Flying By Your Window by Jason Myles Goss

timeless

you play (you play)
with fingers

so /very small/ i

could put them in my heart
and
still have room (to play)

all our major keys
on

grand pianos

left beside the rain, (the rain)

comes down / in metronome /
still

black over white over gray
until

every melody sounds the same,
every flash on every face

(blends, noiseless)

into sound. once,

(once),

i knew how to play.